Bankarul felt it was time to put an end to the battle outside the cave, so he put away what little curiosity he had left. He had completely given up trying to figure out why the former Walker patriarch Basil had suddenly appeared in front of him, and he had already seen the other party as an undead, which was the easiest way for him to get rid of the man who had been his leader as an enemy of the Bantu clan without any burden. No, he is not Basr now, at least not in the eyes of Bancarul.

Basil sprang to Bancarur's side, raising his fist in a fierce and powerful manner. Bankarul dodged the blow with a definite move, then raised his left foot to kick the snow all over the ground, obstructing Bassl's vision. That worked, and Basr's momentary hesitation gave Bankarur enough time to shake him before raising his finger-wearing left hand and slamming it into the knee of Basr's right leg.

The guy staggered after the blow, and then he let out a low roar, baring his teeth. Although Basr was unarmed, he was clearly not afraid of the blunt weapon in Bankarul's hands. He let out a scream as he swung his blunt weapon at him, and used his iron elbow pad to block the blunt object that Bankarul had slammed into him.

Bankarul attacked him with the finger tiger in his left hand instead, trying to replicate the scene he had just seen. But this time Basr didn't let Bankarul get his way, and he raised his right hand to catch Bankarul's punch with one hand. Then the guy twisted Bankarul's wrist hard, and a terrible crunch was heard, followed by Bankarul's groans of pain.

Basil took advantage of the situation to gather strength in his right hand and punched Bankarur in the chest, who had no time to defend. As his opponent's body stepped back, Basr slid forward to close the distance between him and Bankarul, spun around and kicked him in the chest. After receiving two heavy blows in a short period of time, Bankarul fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Basr's attacks weren't a joke, and every blow he struck was meant to kill Bankarur.

Knowing that he didn't have time to check his chest, Bancarul cursed and rolled on the ground to avoid Basr's pursuit under Basr's oncoming attacks. The unrelenting Basr quickly adjusted his body's posture, and his purpose was clear, that is, to prevent Bankarul from having a chance to get up. As Bankarur was about to get up, he noticed that Basir's punches and kicks were almost sensing them towards his vital parts.

Since he couldn't dodge, Bankarul could only raise a blunt weapon to resist Basr's punches. But the other side was not a fool who attacked with brute force, and although Bankarul blocked the first wave of attacks with a blunt object, he was hit hard in the abdomen without any defense. After that, Basil leapt to his feet and smashed his fist into the chest of Bankarul, who was falling backwards. The force of this blow was so great that it directly smashed Bankarur into the snow on the ground.

Bankarur's irregular moans sounded dull from the snow. He was panting and coughing, he felt like he was having trouble breathing, and he could be sure that several ribs in his chest had been broken.

It often only takes a split second to decide life and death, and just as Basil unleashed what he thought was the final blow, Bancarul, who was lying on the ground, suddenly threw the blunt object in his hand towards his head. The sudden madness caught Basil off guard, and the guy struck a blow to the head with a blunt object that flew in the air. Bankarul seized the opportunity to stand up and pounced on it and punched Basr on the bridge of the nose.

Basr fell to the ground with a thud and let out a roar of rage as he tried to get up and fight back at Bankarur. Just like he did just now, Bankarur won't give him a chance. He quickly picked up the blunt object that had fallen to the ground, and swept it towards his temple as Basr was about to get up. There was a dull sound of a blunt object hitting Basr's head, but Bankarur was surprised not to see the guy's brain. But this seems to prove that the guy in front of him is no longer the former Walker patriarch, and Bankarur now completely sees him as a monster.

If one blow doesn't finish off the opponent, then make up for the second one, which is Bankarul's fighting credo. He raised the blunt object and swung it at Basr's head again, but the other man neither blocked nor dodged, only to let the blunt object smash into his head a second time. The force of Bankarul's blow was greater than the blow just now, so much so that it overturned Basel, who was already lying on the ground.

Bankarul seemed to take out some kind of anger on the final blow unknown to the others, and he gave up his blunt attack, instead dragging Basil from the ground and then raised his right hand and punched him in the face. It wasn't until Basil was completely unresponsive that Bancarur stopped his fist attacks.

He let go of Basr, who had been motionless, and collapsed limply to the ground. His physical strength was rapidly draining, and the sharp pain from the wound made him feel that every breath was a painful ordeal. Basr's body gradually dissolved into powder, which then coalesced in mid-air to form an ice crystal. Although Bankarul was surprised that this kind of thing happened, his injuries no longer allowed him to make a rich expression.

The ice crystal slowly fell in front of Bankarur, and the Bantu elders and shamans also rushed over at this time. When it comes to fighting, they can't help at all. So when that happens, they're going to show up in time to make it look like they're not doing anything. Yes, they really didn't play a role along the way. Aside from the elders who give orders, the elderly, arrogant and proud shamans don't know what respect is at all and can only help a team.

While the elders and shamans could turn a blind eye to Uma's collection of ice crystals from those Bantu warriors, the former Walker patriarch would never let Uma come and collect them. So when Uma approached to pick up Basr's ice crystals from the ground, the shamans stopped him. "Outsider, you shouldn't touch this ice crystal. They warned.

"Why?" asked Umma, puzzled.

"Outsiders are not eligible to hold the token of the clan chief. "Shamans make up their own reasons.

"That ice crystal isn't a damn token at all, it's a product of the ice dragon Skasa. Uma tried to explain it to them.

"Turn back, outsider, we don't want to see you. "The shamans are still haunting what Ummah had done before, and they don't seem to notice what they would be like now without Uma and Mirna. When they try to lift the dragon's blizzard, they find that they can't do anything but turn themselves into ice sculptures.

But Uma wasn't going to continue arguing with them, as he had gathered enough ice crystals for him to study. It's just that, as mentioned before, the things that magicians are most interested in are the products of various kinds of magic. But Uma would never force himself to get something that was simply impossible, so he gave up. So, he turned and walked away from the spot, out of the sight of the Bantu shamans.